Page 58 of The Toy Maker

Then his lips crashed against mine. He moved against me, and I knew he was holding back.

“Is this what you want?” Before I could answer, he tugged at the hem of my t-shirt, sliding it off and leaving my chest bare. His tongue danced across my nipples. “Answer me.”

I swallowed down another moan and mustered out a strained word of agreement. My brain marinated in a cocktail of hormones and desire.

Moments later, Jason’s dick sprang from his boxers, and my eyes widened at the sight. I throbbed in anticipation while he stroked himself in front of me. Drool gathered at the corner of my mouth as I stared, unable to tear my eyes away from him.

“Please,” I whispered, the word slipping out before I could stop it.

The familiar evil gleam returned to Jason’s eyes when he pushed himself against me. I whimpered beneath the pressure.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” The way he swore sent shivers down my spine; I nodded and prayed my legs would stop shaking once satisfied. “Then beg,” he growled.

The teasing continued. He thrusted in the tip and watched my face contort in lust. His game only increased my need to get fucked—hard.

The whimper fell off my lips before any other part of me could protest, “Please, Jason.” My breathing accelerated as I lowered my pride. “I want you.” His lips curled into another pleased smirk as I continued, “I need your cock buried inside me.”

He pushed in a little further, stretching me while pinning my hips onto the bed.

“I can’t take it anymore. Please, fuck me until I can’t move. I need you to claim what’s yours.” I glanced up at him before whispering another plea into his ear.

Jason slammed the rest of his length inside me and didn’t wait for me to catch my breath before thrusting again. Holding back moans became impossible when he fervently pressed his lips against my neck.

His teeth sunk into my skin and sent me skyrocketing to the edge of an orgasm.

“I’m close.” Pleasure built with each of his deep thrusts.

Time slowed to a crawl around me.

“Be quiet,” Jason groaned.

I met his gaze in confusion. His blank expression sent me reeling.

“Why are you being so loud?”

His question replaced my climax with wonder. “I don’t underst?—”

“Hey, wake up.”

My eyes snapped open, and I landed right where I started: horny and confused.None of that was real. It was all in my head.

“Finally,” he said, burying his head deeper into the pillow. He shut his eyes tight like he was trying to block me out and resume his interrupted sleep.

“Sorry,” I said softly, my cheeks burning. I tried to push away the lingering heat, the thoughts of being on top of him, the way his skin might feel against mine. “I was having a dream.”

“I noticed,” he grumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Soft beams of the morning sunlight brightened the room as I watched Jason drift off.

Flashes of the subconscious fucking plagued my mind. “I’ll do it.”

“Be quiet? Fantastic,” he quipped.

“No.” I swallowed all the reasons why agreeing would end in disaster. “I’ll… be yours for two months,” I said quietly.

His eyes opened, staring at me.

“On one condition,” I insisted, and a curious expression covered his face. I continued, “Tell me what color your eyes are.”